Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Neville Longbottom

Y/n's P.O.V.

He was never mine, but losing him broke my heart. I watched his face. The face that I fell in love with in first year, the face of my best friend, the face that I knew better than my own.

I watched as his face lit up when the doors opened. Like the delight that he had when he got a good grade, or when he was talking about Herbology. It was the same expression, of pure awe and joy. Too bad he never looked that way at me.

He started to tear up, when she started walking down the isle. Merlin, I wished he would look that way at me. But oh, he never did, never does, never will. His eyes are always on her. The love of his life. Luna Lovegood.

I admit, she didn't look like a bride. She looked like a crazy angle. Her white hair, and a white dress that I would never be caught dead in, and a face so pale that she almost looked translucent.

I looked away. Hermoine grabbed my hand. She knew I had been in love with Neville. For ten years. Ten years of friendship, of moments when I thought, that maybe, by some slim chance, that he would love me too.

Now today, I have to slaughter my feelings. It's too late. The priest began his speech. I looked up, and saw Harry. He was the best man. He gave me a sad smile. I tried to smile back, but my face didn't want to work with.

Then I heard the words. "I do."

I remember sitting with Neville in detention, and I asked him, if he can see us together forever. And then he said it. "I do." I thought he meant that we could marry, but clearly he meant just as friends.

No one objected to the union. I could feel Hermoine and Harry's eyes burning into my head to object, but I couldn't keep Neville from his happiness.

"You May now kiss the bride."

I closed my eyes. I couldn't do this. I tilted my head down to my lap, and opened my eyes. Hermoine squeezes my hand, and I looked up. Luna and Neville were looking lovingly at each other. She was no longer Luna Lovegood. She was now Luna Longbottom.

(I literally destroyed my soul writing this)